Hei Jiao's eyes were also instantly filled with blood-colored demonic power at the moment when Yang Chan made his move, giving people a gloomy feeling.

"It's good to come, in the past fifty years, I have been tortured under this mountain, and today I will let you suffer a little in my hands, and slowly torture you to death!"

As soon as Hei Jiao's words fell, the light in his hand flashed, and a blood-glittering long whip appeared, looking at Yang Chan who was stabbing straight at him, his eyes were condensed, and the blood-colored long whip in his hand suddenly waved, and the blood-colored demon power on it surged, and it also met the cold light of the demon slashing sword in Yang Chan's hand.

"Slay all the demons in the world!"

Yang Chan scolded in a coquettish voice, the white light on her body flashed, and a trace of palpitating spiritual power fluctuations appeared on the cold light long sword in her hand.

Then on the long sword, the light soared, and the spiritual power of the tip of the sword was swallowed, just like the poisonous snake that chose people to devour, and the beautiful eyes were even more shining.

"It's good to come!"

Hei Jiao looked at Yang Chan, who was surging with spiritual power in front of him, and Yang Chan, who was heroic and cool, stretched out his long scarlet tongue, licked his slightly cold lips, and reprimanded casually.

The blood-colored long whip waved, and in the blood-colored demon power, a very faint black light did appear, meeting the demon slashing sword in Yang Chan's hand, and suddenly there was a deafening explosion, and the sound wave spread to the surroundings.

Sun Lin watched the battle between the two below, and the pupils in his eyes shrank, and when the black light appeared, Sun Lin stared coldly at the long whip in the black Jiao's hand, and the dark gray light in his eyes flowed, and he did feel a trace of uneasiness from the black light.

"What is this disgusting aura?"

The corners of Sun Lin's mouth moved slightly, staring at the two of them tightly, and muttered in a low voice.

The long whip was in an instant, wrapped around the demon slashing sword in Yang Chan's hand, the blood was shining, and the end of the whip that the long whip was on was indeed coming back, and a whip was drawn to the demon slashing sword, and a crisp sound came.

The Demon Slaying Sword hummed and trembled violently.

The incredible color in Yang Chan's eyes flashed, and the demon slaying sword in her hand dimmed a little only at this moment.

The chill on Yang Chan's face was even stronger, the spiritual power on her body soared, and she frantically poured into the demon slaying sword in her hand, looking at the blood-light long whip wrapped in her hand, she waved it desperately, and instantly swept away the entanglement of this long whip.

Yang Chan suddenly felt that her qi and blood were surging, if it weren't for the fact that she was carrying "Eight or Nine Xuangong", I am afraid that at this moment, she would have been injured by this blood-light long whip.

Yang Chan ran "Eight or Nine Xuangong", temporarily suppressed the surging qi and blood in her body, her eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but be shocked when she looked at the demon slaying sword in her hand.

Although the demon slaying sword in Yang Chan's hand did not change at first glance, but when she looked closely, she saw the fine marks on the blade, Yang Chan suddenly raised her head and looked at the black Jiao standing there and looked at herself with a sneer, she also knew that it was a trick played by this monster, and the chill on her face was even stronger.

"You want this Lotus Lamp?"

Yang Chan looked at the demon slaying sword in her hand and screamed sadly, she couldn't use it anymore, sighed slightly in her heart, looked at the black Jiao in front of her who looked at her with compassion, and said softly.

"As long as you hand over the Baolian lantern to me, how about the grievances between the two of us be written off?"

As soon as Hei Jiao heard Yang Chan's words, his originally smiling face suddenly closed, and he said in a deep and serious voice.

Yang Chan ignored Heijiao, the golden light flashed in her hand, but there was an extra lamp in her hand.

The lamp is nine inches high and is white throughout. Like ice and snow. Seven lotus petals are folded, the middle size is like a sea bowl, the lotus heart is the heart of the lamp, this is the ancient treasure, the lotus lamp.

The black Jiao also saw Yang Chan's movements, and when he saw the Baolian lamp he dreamed of, the greed in his eyes was fully revealed, and his body trembled a little with excitement.

"Quick...... Throw it at me!"

Hei Jiao looked at the slightly dim Baolian lamp in his hand, was very greedy, and said excitedly.

"If you want it, I'm afraid you can't afford it!"

The corners of Yang Chan's mouth smiled, evoking a trace of coldness, and strands of spiritual power entered this Baolian lamp, and the Baolian lamp in her hand suddenly shone brightly.

A colorful light suddenly appeared in front of him, and the brilliance that spread out was like a rainbow after the rain, which was very beautiful.

"You are waiting for a monster with evil thoughts, and you still want to get your hands on this ancient treasure treasure Lotus Lamp?

Yang Chan's cheeks were originally beautiful, but they were also a little more beautiful by the light of this colorful god, her face was cold, and she said with a smile at the black Jiao.

A colorful light in the Baolian lamp suddenly headed towards the black Jiao, and the black Jiao was also frightened by this terrifying spiritual power fluctuation, and the look of horror flashed in his eyes.

"I still don't believe it, this Baolian lamp really has such a god as this legend!"

The blood in Heijiao's eyes flashed, the demonic power on his body surged, and the long whip in his hand suddenly blocked the streamer of colorful light.

"Whoa!"

I only heard a piercing voice coming out, it was a posture that was incompatible with fire and water, and I saw that the blood-colored long whip in the black Jiao's hand was haunting and disappearing visibly with the naked eye, swallowed by this colorful light.

"This Lotus Lantern is so weird?!"

Hei Jiao looked at the colorful streamer that had devoured his own demonic power on the weapon in just this instant, and his eyes widened, and he was very surprised.

The colorful streamer also rushed towards himself, and the look in Hei Jiao's eyes froze, and he immediately threw out the blood-colored long whip in his hand.

The moment the whip was thrown, it was completely swallowed up by the colorful streamer, and then dissipated into the air.

"This Baolian lamp is worthy of that ancient thing, it is really powerful!"

Hei Jiao was shocked, then turned his eyes, looked at Yang Chan with a cold face, and glanced at the Baolian lamp.

At this time, the lotus lamp is in full bloom, and the lamp contains a fire that exudes colorful light.

The pupils in Heijiao's eyes shrank, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he watched the colorful lights that lit up like the wind blowing out.

"Even if it's given to you, you don't have a trace of kindness in your heart, and you still want to get your hands on the Baolian Lantern? Even if it's given to you, you won't have the slightest effect!"

Yang Chan looked at Hei Jiao, but she was very careful in front of her at this time, and said coldly.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, if you truly repent, I will spare your life, think about it for fifty years, and practice hard under this mountain!"

The Baolian lantern in Yang Chan's hand seemed to have heard Yang Chan's words, the colorful light was victorious, and the clouds in the sky were also reflected in colorful colors.

A pitch-black light suddenly rose on Hei Jiao's body, instantly devouring the trembling Black Jiao.

At this moment, Heijiao was shrouded in a pitch-black light, and there was an evil intent in his hideous face.

"Single-mindedly good, you cultivators haven't seen you for many years, and you still behave like this!"

A hoarse voice came out of the mouth of the black Jiao, and the black Jiao's eyes were also fascinated by a layer of pitch-black light.

Yang Chan looked at the black Jiao exuding a pitch-black light in front of her, her demeanor and demeanor changed greatly, and she was suddenly startled, and a trace of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"You're not a black Jiao, who are you?!"

Yang Chan stared at the black Jiao in front of her, and also saw that the black Jiao at this time was not the black Jiao, and immediately shouted coldly.

"Who am I? I don't know how many years have passed, I can't remember it for a long time!"